Druella de Vil

  Noah’s smile grew more genuine. He loved the way she was looking up at him right now. “No but I want to be the one who helps clean it up, if that’s okay with you.” He spoke as if asking permission. He moved his hand up to the side of her face, brushing a piece of hair from her face. “Exactly. They’re freaks but we love them.” He laughed lightly, “I swear to God I’ll keep your secrets.” His chest felt a little less tight when she agreed. She was trusting him. He could do anything with the feeling in his chest. “I’m not going to. Because with this realization that I’m okay with this, also comes a feeling of peace. I’m okay.”

Druella's nose scrunched a bit a in response as he pushed her hair back, forcing back a smile, "If anyone else were to say that, I'd probably have hexed you by now, or worse." She noted, giving a small nod as her eyes rested on his, "Maybe that's, because deep down, we know we're freaks as well," she half-smirked. Trust was never a thing that came easy to her, even before her life became a mess, though, here she was blindly trusting Noah. Letting him in, without even bearing to think of the possibility of consequence. "I know," she whispered, and in that moment, she did. There was nothing clouding her thoughts, she just knew. "Okay," she agreed, though Druella's words were short, the meaning behind them meant far more than any long explanation would. 

  Noah sighed, “Doesn’t mean I don’t feel terrible to make you unhappy.” He kissed the side of her head softly. As bad as he felt, the fact she wasn’t tensed up into his side and had relaxed made him happier. “I don’t know why they matter to me all that much to me since they’re assholes. But I want..I don’t know what I want. But I like that you just admitted that to me. I feel like it’s a secret.” He winked at her. “I know you’re not impatient. I just wanted you to know that I do plan on telling you.” He wanted her to know that he had nothing to hide from her, but that instead of overwhelming her he wanted to let things come out when it felt right. “Me either. But I’m okay with that.” 

Druella looked up at him, eyes filled with a rare vulnerability, "You're not the one behind this mess, you don't need to carry the burden of feeling bad." Slightly hesitant at first, Druella finally rested her head against him, she was cracked. "There's something about knowing despite everything, how they choose to treat us, the knowing of having them around is nice at times. If you ever let anyone know, I will deny it," she murmured as a weak smirk spread. "Okay," was all she said in response, a word of understanding, more than anything. "What happens when you realize you're not?" 

Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.

You silly little girl, you think you’ve survived so long that survival shouldn’t hurt anymore. You keep trying to turn your body bullet proof. You keep trying to turn your heart bomb shelter. You silly thing. You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal.

  "A mess right now..? Do you… " Nathan looked around awkwardly. "Do you wanna… You know… Talk about it…?"

"No, I do not wish to talk about any of this, I want to simply forget. Make it as though it never happened.." Druella could feel her eyes watering up as she tried to keep her emotions calm. 

  "Are you drunk? Since when do you ever just agree when someone says that? What the fuck have you done with my sister?"

"If I were drunk, things would be flying at your face. I, well, I haven't quite figured out why...my mind, it's a mess right now." 

  "I’m better than you, so I guess that makes me a saint."

"Everyone's better than me, so I guess it doesn't actually mean anything."

  "Or we do care and just pretend we don’t so that the Big Bad Druella doesn’t flip shit like always."

"Big Bad Druella," she repeated with a scoff. "How...original. Don't act as if you're a saint here." 

  "That’s why I said it sarcastically. Not that you care about our family protocol anyway."

"And you're the absolute poster child for our family, none of us truly care, we just do what we have to, to survive in it."

  Nathan narrowed his eyes slightly. “I’m great Druella, thank you for asking.”  he said sarcastically pretending to ignore everything she’s said.

"Why should I ask how you're doing, it's not exactly Prior family protocol," she snapped back.